rebeccmeister | Typed via smart-o-phone

When I return to civilization I will try to remember to post photos from Friday morning, of visiting Oakland Bicycle Coffee (roasted in Oakland then delivered by bicycle) and of embedding insects in hand sanitizer (as a display system).

Thursday night, I didn't see Emna when I got home. She didn't appear during cheese preparations either, which was not promising. L, P, Sytharin and I spent about 45 minutes looking for her, and Scrottie joined in when he got back from a trip to his storage unit. Eventually, L and P both said they could hear her somewhere in the backyard, but couldn't triangulate where. Shortly thereafter, L spotted her, sticking her head out of a hole in the ceiling above the back porch. Apparently she snuck into the attic when S had been rummaging around in there.

I had been having a hard time coming to terms with the notion of her disappearance. She is 12 and has been with me through a lot.